Janice stared at the ceiling as she was pushed down a bright white hallway. In the time after Duncan had abandoned her in the room, the tears in her eyes had dried and the breeze of the gurney moving tickled the salt and pricked her skin.
Goose stopped for a moment and pressed a button.
“Goose!” it was a man coming up behind him.
“Diamondback.”
“Got a fresh one?” The dark-skinned speaker stopped next to Janice. She looked up as he peered down at her. His yellow scrubs were almost bright against his nearly black skin. He had a scrub of a beard and an easy smile. “Another Barbie?”
“She's a keeper. Her sister… twin sister is a Cover Girl.”
“Nice. Taking her down to storage?” The man reached out and cupped Janice's pussy. When his fingers squelched into Duncan's cum, he pulled a face and wiped his hands along Janice's belly.
“Scout just fucked her.” Goose smirked.
“Could have fucking warned me.”
“Could have fucking asked.”
“I'd say screw you but I just passed Crane who seems to be in a good mood. Everyone knows she has a hots for you.”
Goose's smile grew wider. “Oh, the things I will never tell.”
Diamondback's eyes widened and then he slapped Goose on the shoulder. “Congratulations, man. I know you've been chasing that poisonous cunt for months. Your dick burn off yet?”
A bell rang out.
“Come on, I'll come down with you,” said Diamondback.
They chatted as they pushed Janice into the elevator.
Janice trembled as they talked over her as if she wasn't there. No, they were speaking as if she was nothing more than a box or some device. Some of the numbness that came after her rape cracked and tears burned in her eyes. She twisted helplessly.
Some of Duncan's cum dribbles out of her exposed pussy. There was nothing she could do to stop it as it dripped off her buttocks.
The elevator rang out again.
“Well, see ya, man. First round on me?” asked Diamondback.
“Second on me.” Goose gave him a slap on the shoulder before reaching down. He grabbed a pair of ear protectors and pulled them on.
Diamondback did the same with a pair on his belt. Together, they walked and pushed Janice down a narrow white hallway.
The whine of machinery rose up around them. It sounded like metal whooshing back and forth, along with mechanical thumps that shook the ground.
Afraid, Janice peered around as Goose pushed her down a bright white hallway. Janice lifted her head to look past her naked, helpless body at the doors that had warning lights and notices plastered on every surface. Above the door was foreboding words stenciled into the paint: Storage Five.
The gurney shook as it pushed the doors open and then she found herself in a long, massive room. Only ten feet across at most, it looked to be thirty feet high and easily a hundred feet long. Both sides of the room were covered in a tight grid of black squares.
Down the entire length of the room were suspended cranes rushing back and forth. All of them ran along tracks near the ceiling but they had two thick chains dangling from each carriage. Most of the chains were attached to long black rectangles that swung with the rapid speed.
Her eyes widened as she spotted more machines coming up from the bottom. They were on greasy-looking hydraulics with a platform on top and some sort of machine at the end. As she watched, one of them lifted up to the wall and pressed against it. The device on top, swung to bump against the wall and then pulled back, sliding one of the black monoliths from a slot. It rotated perpendicular to the wall just as a crane came to a stop behind it. It lifted as the crane lowered and there was a powerful thunk as the chains snapped into place. When the platform lowered, the black object was attached to the crane which brought it closer.
There was an elegant efficiency in how the hydraulic platforms gave and took the black rectangles to the cranes which pushed back and forth. From her vantage point, it didn't look like anything stopped for even a second. Everything moved and her stomach grew ill with motion sickness and nausea.
Then the noise assaulted her. All the machines were whining and screeching. The clink of chains and the thud of impacts shook the ground. It hurt her ears but Goose made no effort to give her a pair of ear protectors.
Without a word, he pushed her to one of two enclosed rooms at the edge of the machines.
Diamondback took stairs to a second floor of similar rooms. He waved to Goose before entering one where there was already a pair of yellow scrubbed men working around a black rectangle that had just been delivered.
When the doors of the room closed, she was plunged into silence. With a twist, she blinked past the tears.
“You're late,” muttered a man in purple scrubs. He had a name stenciled on his scrubs: Pine.
“Not my fault, Pine. She's a red flag. Scout just finished with her. Carefully, her cunt is soaked.”
“Whatever. Shove her into place.”
Janice trembled as she was centered in the room. Above her were more cameras that gleamed as they stared down at her. She could imagine hundreds of men staring at her as her naked, helpless body was presented to the bright lights.
“Bringing down the frame,” said Pine.
A large metal frame, about three feet across and six feet long came down from near the ceiling. It easily threaded past the lights and other devices that hung into place. What terrified her was the four hooks that were mounted on the inside. They were exactly lined up to the large rings of her shoulders and hips.
She twisted in fear as the metal sank into place around her, just outside of the padded clamps. One of the hooks scraped against the ring on her shoulder, sending vibrations and fear coursing through her helpless frame.
Goose and Pine worked together, twisting and moving her body until she was caught by all four.
A pressure togged at her, straining her joints as the hooks retracted slightly.
“Okay, bring up the frame.”
And then she was lifted off the gurney. Her weight settled onto the four joints and sparks of pain flashed through her body. She shook and tried to pull back.
“All right, you get the bottom half while I'll hook up the top.”
Pine grabbed the two hoses sticking out of her mouth and connected them to hoses that ran near one of the hooks by her shoulder.
Goose worked his way to the bottom, pushing the gurney out of the room as he did. There was a wave of noise and then silence when the door automatically closed. He reached down and picked up a chain. Pulling it back, he dragged something underneath her. It rolled on metal casters but she couldn't turn her head to look at it.
When he straightened, he was holding a thick bundle of hoses. A cruel smile painted across his face as he held up the end that had a black dildo attached to the end of the hoses. “Guess where this goes?”
She shook her head, her racing starting to beat in her ears. There were only two places it could go. Her sphincter tightened in reflexive terror.
“I hope you like anal.”
He shoved the dildo into a can and it came out glistening with lubrication. Without ceremony, he reached over the frame and worked the tip up between her spread-apart buttocks. With his other hand, he guided it to her asshole and pushed his finger into the tight opening.
Tears burned in her eyes as she tried to cry out. His fingers were cruel but with his strength and the lubrication that covered his finger, there was no way she could stop him as he pumped his finger into her tight passage.
It hurt, but it was more of the cruel violation than anything else. She had anal sex more than once, but nothing so quick.
Her body shuddered as he plunged deep before shoving a second finger. Her hips pushed up with his pressure, the tight opening resisting the dual intruders.
He grinned and rammed his finger violently into her asshole, twisting a few times before popping it out. Then he brought the dildo up and worked it into the opening.
Compared to his rough fingers, the smooth end of the dildo was almost pleasurable as it sank into her rectum, filling her with an uncomfortable pressure. It stopped at a thick ring.
She squirmed in discomfort but was thankful that it wasn't his fingers raping her ass.
Goose winked.
Then the dildo started to inflate. It was just a ball at the end, right inside her sphincter, but it was almost immediately painful as it stuffed the end of her ass with steady pressure.
When he pulled his hand back, it remained firmly in place. “And now guess what this does?”
Janice shook her head.
Goose wiped his hands and pressed a button labeled “Flush.” Immediately, warm water sprayed into her ass, coating her insides with tingling fluid.
She squirmed even more violently as she was helpless to stop the water from pumping into her ass, filling her rectum and slowly working its way up her intestines as her body began to cramp.
“Hold still,” snapped Pine as he finished attaching something to the catheter in her neck. “I get dinged if I have to use sedative. That shit's expensive.”
“Just flushing out her pooper.” Goose grinned and fumbled with another set of hoses.
Janice squirmed helplessly, her heart pounding in her chest from the discomfort. Her belly was already swelling, the flat plane swelling out right above her pubis.
Goose draped another hose, another one with a dildo-like end, over the edge of the frame. He started to reach out for her, but then pulled a face. “Fucking Stallion.”
Turning around he found some damp clothes and wiped off her pussy. His finger dug into her opening, stretching it open and rubbing against her clitoris. His eyes focused on her as he stroked her back and forth, teasing the little fold of pleasure into hardness.
There was no chance she would orgasm in her situation, but she hoped he was trying to give her some comfort.
He pulled away after a second. Picking up the dildo, he brandished it before dipping it into the pop of lubrication. “You know what is coming down this hose, Barbie? Lots of little Kens. That's what we have those pussy boys in there for, each one being milked for cum. We strip out all the boys and then squirt some girl sperms into your pussy every hour until you finally get knocked up.”
Janice's trembling grew more violent. She shook her head violently as Goose lined up the dildo and impaled her on it. Like the one violating her ass, a large flange stopped it from sliding all the way in.
He held it in place before triggering the base to inflate. It spread out inside her pubis, locking the dildo around the swell of her bones and ground against her g-spot.
A wave of pain rose from her water-filled intestines. Her belly was swollen with the hot liquid that filled her.
With a click, the dildo in her ass began to suck it out of her. It was almost a relief to feel the pressure fading.
Goose carefully lined up the hoses along the metal frame and then used strips of Velcro to bind them from the metal. He stepped back with a grin.
A click vibrated inside her pussy and she felt a squirt of hot liquid spray inside her depths. It was sperm, a single injection to ensure that sooner or later, she would be pregnant no matter what she did.
“Okay, she's hooked up.”
Pine grunted. “Vitals are in, drug feed in place. Yeah, we're ready.”
He stepped back and pressed a button.
With a whine of motors, the metal frame—and her helpless body attached to it—lowered and she found herself being dropped into one of the long black containers. A soft cushion caught underneath her body, cradling her and reliving some of the pressure of supporting her weight on the four recently embedded hooks.
She caught sight of the hoses that were violating her pussy and ass were attached to the inside of the container.
The frame clicked into place.
Her body shuddered with the impact. She was surrounded by black except for the white ceiling above her.
The always-present cameras stared down at her as Goose and Pine loomed over her.
“See you later, Barbie,” Goose said.
“Yeah right, you won't remember this cunt after tomorrow.”
There was a strange look on Goose's face. Then he pulled back and closed the lid.
Janice silently screamed in terror as all the sound and light disappeared, plunging her into a hell of pitch-dark silence. She twisted back and forth, straining her limbs but she couldn't free herself from the hooks that pinned in her in place.
A hiss filled the air.
At first, she thought it was a broken hose but then she realized it was coming from speakers near her ears. It was a white noise generator.
The sensation of movement caught her body. She felt her breasts quivering as her coffin of terror was picked up. She was going to be put into one of those slots in the wall. One of thousands of trapped women.
The hose in her pussy clicked and she felt another squirt of hot cum spray into her depths.
She let out a sob as claustrophobia and terror clutched her heart.